Chapter 26-26- Are you satisfied?

Due to the high-magic environment of the ancient civilization, coupled with the coincidental presence of the "dragon" species, Yvette had a slight suspicion about Rosaline's location on the Shining Continent. However, such doubts were quickly dispelled - if this was indeed the case, where the original aberrations came from remained a mystery.

However, over the next few days, Yvette didn't delve into the free mythology and history research materials. Firstly, there was too much information, too vast to read. Secondly, she was merely curious about the origin of the civilization's doomsday, not yet determined to get to the bottom of it.

In comparison, she would rather observe Dr. Reger's diagnosis and treatment process and be a "young" intern - after all, the money has been paid in advance.

Days like this continued for many days, and because of the rumor that "there was a super beautiful girl with silver hair and red eyes in Hoffman Clinic", the number of patients in Hoffman Clinic increased a lot more than usual, and there was often a line at the door.

This makes the Hoffmans tired but happy every day because it seems they can pay off their children's student loans faster.

But, after about a month, such days ended abruptly.

That morning, with the arrival of three policemen, a piece of shocking news shattered the peace of the Hoffman family - someone reported that Reg Hoffman was practicing medicine illegally, and now the police came to take him back for investigation.

So, in the evening, when Hans and Mary came back from school and learned about this, the entire Hoffman family fell into great pain and sorrow.

"How could this happen..." Rosalyn was bewildered after returning home from next door. This incident happened too suddenly, leaving no room for preparation.

Yesterday, she had been able to happily chat and play with Hans and Mary, and enjoy dinner with Reger and Mrs. Susan. But today, those days were over. With the family's breadwinner gone, Hans and Mary's expensive student loans were simply too much for Mrs. Susan to handle on her own. The best outcome would be for Hans and Mary to transfer to a regular high school, or even drop out and work.

You never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident... Yvette thought so and did not respond to her apprentice's words.

She was helpless in this matter. If Mr. Reger had been wrongly accused, it would have been fine, but it was true. And not only was it true, he had also had the even more dangerous experience of purchasing and learning pirated rune knowledge. This was compounding his crime. If he didn't pay a huge sum of money, he would face at least ten years in prison.

These ten years were enough to make Hans and Mary miss the most important stage of their lives, cutting off the possibility of breaking through their class barriers and sinking forever in the Blackwater District.

"Teacher, is there any way we can help them?" Rosalyn asked pleadingly. She really couldn't bear to watch her only two friends fall into such a vortex of pain.

"It's difficult, although it's not impossible, but..." Yvette said, "There's no need, because it's just a dream."

She said it bluntly, and it was true. Money could indeed get Regel out, but she didn't know when the dream would suddenly end. She couldn't possibly spend the money she'd saved for important information on something like this; it would be too extravagant.

"Ah, yes, it was a dream..." Rosalyn was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she was not in the real world, but in a dream that existed in the past. No matter what she did in the dream, it could not change the established facts of the past.

She fell silent and stopped making unreasonable requests to the teacher, but she kept her head down, as if she couldn't get over the feeling of loss.

The next afternoon, standing in the corridor on the 18th floor of the Wright Apartment, Rosalyn saw Hans and Mary walking out of the house with numb expressions, holding cardboard boxes and putting them on a small cart outside.

She walked over and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Mom talked to the apartment manager and decided to move the rented room to an empty room on the 15th floor below. This way, we can get a small refund on the rent..." Mary said in a low voice. Judging from the red corners of her eyes, she must have cried many times since last night.

"So... don't worry, we still live in the same apartment building." Hans comforted her in return, forcing out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Rosalyn didn't know how to respond, so she could only volunteer to help carry some things. While doing so, she suddenly remembered something and lowered her voice, "Um... have you ever thought about... who... reported it?"

"I don't know. The informant is anonymous. And now..." Hans sighed, his brows filled with fatigue and powerlessness. "What's the point in finding out who it is now?"

Rosalyn said nothing more. She knew it was too late to find the whistleblower now. This was essentially an emotional impulse. She was curious whether the whistleblower understood the consequences of his small action and whether he regretted his actions.

A week passed.

As the last patient sighed and departed, the electronic sign signifying the "Hoffman Clinic" dimmed its last flicker. This small clinic, once quietly radiating light, officially declared its closure, a mournful closure. The news spread quickly throughout the neighborhood, and many people were stunned to realize for the first time that Dr. Hoffman, known for his exceptional skills and low fees, actually lacked a medical license.

However, due to their past performance and reputation, most of them still expressed their condolences to the Hoffman family, and many even brought gifts to their door.

Another week passed, and unable to afford a lawyer, Reger stood trial in court.

But perhaps it was because of his good attitude towards confession, or because his reputation won the sympathy of the jury, in any case, he received a relatively light sentence, from the expected at least 10 years to 6 years.

This is still a lot, but it can barely be considered a blessing in disguise.

The night after the verdict, Rosalyn learned from a conversation with Hans and Mary that they had applied to transfer schools.

Since they could no longer afford the tuition of a top-notch school like Black Tower Middle School, they transferred to Blackwater Middle School, a third-rate school that could not be any more third-rate.

Mrs. Susan set up a roadside stall on a noisy and dirty street corner, selling some simple food, using her meager income to support her family and repay the high interest on her student loans.

This was the first time Rosalyn saw so clearly the process of a family's destruction.

In her opinion, the Hoffman family had done nothing wrong and were all good people. Mr. Reger, though unlicensed, was genuinely skilled, saving patient after patient at low prices. He deserved flowers, not handcuffs. But now, an anonymous tip-off had destroyed them, completely legally and beyond reproach. This was utterly abnormal and completely inconsistent with her image of the advanced, beautiful, and abundant world of the Origin Civilization.

"Teacher," Rosalyn said in a low voice, filled with deep bewilderment and confusion, as she stood at the window of Room 1809, looking down at Mrs. Susan, hunched over her stall at the corner of the street below. "Why is this happening?"

"This is how the world is," Yvette said without looking up. "It's just that at the beginning, you didn't see the whole picture."

Rosalyn fell silent. As a 12-year-old girl from a backward civilization, her beautiful fantasy about the original civilization had always been strong. It was so strong that even when she saw a gang fight, the filter was still not shattered.

But now, she had to admit that she felt a little disgusted with this world.

"Grony Clinic." Yvette said, looking at the holographic screen.

"What, teacher?" Rosalyn didn't hear clearly.

"The attending physician at the Grone Clinic is Gus Grone, the sender of the anonymous report letter. If you want to know what he thinks, you can ask him now." Yvette lowered her eyes and said lightly.

…

As the night deepened, bone-chilling autumn rain began to fall from the dark sky. At first, it was fine, almost silent raindrops, but soon it began to rustle, hitting the metal exterior walls and the cold glass curtain walls. Under the turbid street lights, it intertwined into a rain curtain with a bleak silver light.

The clinic was deserted on that rainy night, save for Gus Groni, who sat alone behind the counter. A middle-aged man in his thirties, he rested his legs on the table, leisurely scrolling through a holographic video. He didn't put his feet down until Rosalyn pushed open the door. "Young lady, would you like to buy some medicine or see a doctor?"

"Are you Dr. Goss?"

"Yes, you know me?" A smile appeared on Goss's face.

"No, I want to ask you why you want to report Mr. Hoffman." Rosalyn said straight to the point.

The smile on Goss's face vanished, replaced by astonishment and vigilance. He stood up from his stool and said coldly, "What report? What nonsense! ... Who told you that? Did those poor Hoffmans send you here to cause trouble?"

"I know it's you. I just want to know why you did this." Rosalyn looked up at him. Although she looked slender and petite, she did not appear weak at all.

"Why do you do this?" Goss sneered, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Of course, it's, uh, justice."

"Justice?" Rosalyn looked at him in disbelief, feeling unspeakably absurd.

"A liar without any qualifications, posing as a doctor, is cheating people! I stopped him. If this isn't justice, then what is?"

"Shameless man! You're lying! You're just jealous that Mr. Hoffman's business is better than yours, and his reputation is better than yours!" Rosalyn said gritting her teeth. She had figured it out on the way there, but she still wanted to hear the other party admit it in person.

The night rain outside the house intensified. Lightning flashed in the dark clouds. A scornful smile appeared on Goss's face. "Even if you say so, I'm still fighting for justice."

Then, looking at the girl's angry eyes, he continued, "If this isn't justice, then why was my report accepted without a hitch? Why were the police able to arrest him 'legally and legally'? Why would a solemn national court solemnly and based on solid evidence convict him?"

"That's of course because... because..." For a 12-year-old girl, it was too difficult to sort out the logic and launch a counterattack in an instant. Rosalyn just instinctively realized that the other party was sophistry, but she couldn't tell where the problem was.

"So, the answer is clear. Reg Hoffmann is an evil criminal, and his wife and children are accomplices who benefited from the criminals." Goss shook his head and silently used his prosthetic body to issue commands, activating the store's defense program.

"They are not, and you are reporting them just to steal customers and make money!"

"What's wrong with doing it for the money? Incompetent liars should go to jail. I'm just doing justice and making some hard-earned money, isn't that okay?" He said nonchalantly, "From beginning to end, this is a very simple matter. Black is black, white is white. And you, my lovely little girl, what exactly do you want me to answer you? What do you want to hear?"

"you……"

"And even if I said what you wanted to hear, what would it matter? He was the one who pleaded guilty in court, not me. If you have the guts, you can report me too, but I do have a medical license."

Hearing this, Rosalyn finally fell silent. She clenched and unclenched her fists several times, nearly losing control and letting the magic fly. She still couldn't believe that someone could be so shameless. She wanted to eliminate him right then and there as if he were an evil demon, or she felt like she was going to be distorted.

You can't do it, Rosalyn, you can't do it... Think about the teacher's instructions, and consider the consequences... She took a deep breath, her pupils trembling, then she suppressed her emotions, turned around, and walked towards the door under Goss's playful gaze, like a defeated puppy, in a mess.

Outside, the night rain poured down, and the entire world seemed to be immersed in an upside-down, icy black sea. The moment she stepped out of the clinic, the cold, damp air washed over her, instantly sobering the girl.

Then, her sight passed through the dense rain curtain and caught sight of an unexpected figure - the teacher.

At that moment, Yvette, wearing a black dress and holding a black umbrella, stood alone on the sidewalk a few meters from the clinic entrance, maintaining a perfect distance from the noisy rain, like a transcendental deity. Catching Rosalyn's blank gaze, her cold lips curved in a rare, slow, arc.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I..." Rosalyn walked over in the rain and lowered her head in shame.

But Yvette didn't mean to criticize.

"Just now, you restrained your impulse and didn't directly destroy his shop. I'm very satisfied." She held the umbrella over the student's head and said softly, "As a reward, I will report Goss for you. Are you satisfied?"

(End of this chapter)